A London Life

Two months ago I wrote I post about my first four months in London that I never published. I'm not sure why I didn't put it up. Probably because I felt like it didn't say much of anything. And to be honest, that's why I haven't written much since I've been here. Travel writing is easy. No matter where you are, or what you're doing there's always a story hidden somewhere. The people and places are fleeting, and so the stories only have to capture those few memorable moments.

But when it comes to London I've had trouble finding the thread, the thing that holds everything together and makes you want to keep reading. And yes, living in London is exciting. And yes, it is an adventure. But it's just me....living. It's me going to the market, riding the train to work, running along the South Bank, watching the BBC, reading in the park, and spending more nights than is probably healthy chatting with friends over a pint. I would never expect that anyone would be interested in reading about that on a regular basis.

That said, I have done some pretty interesting things since I've been here. I feel like I've really started to become a Londoner. I'm not going to play a highlights reel of the last 6 months, but I will describe a few memorable moments and answer some of the begging questions in a concise sentence or two. Here we go:

My Job at Macmillan Cancer Support
I can honestly say that I am doing important work everyday for people affected by cancer. I am constantly challenged and surrounded by an inspiring and innovative group of fundraisers.

Pub Culture
This is second on my list for a reason. Brits live in the pub. They come alive in the pub. I'm not saying this is a good or bad thing. I'm just saying that it's been a steep learning curve for my liver.

Travel
My travel funds are meager, but I've managed a few mini breaks here and there.

In Bath I saw Roman ruins, felt the ghost of Mr. Darcy, and took 150 photos in one afternoon.

In Brighton I learned that beautiful beaches do exist in the UK, and that a day of festive beachside drinking should NOT be followed by an all you can eat Chinese buffet.

In Scotland I was reminded that the kind of miserable cold that chills you to the bone, to the point that you begin to ask yourself whether or not a 7th layer of clothing would actually make a difference, and become legitimately concerned that your toes will never thaw, is that the Scots call "bracing."

In Copenhagen I was reminded what it is I love about travel, and learned that sometimes adventuring solo is just as rewarding as going with a buddy.

In Bournemouth I was informed that there is nothing wrong with eating two ice creams in one day, especially if you names are Reuven and Rodrigo.

British Men
I was told quite early on not to waste my time with British men. As one older English gent at a work event put it, "British men are emotionally retarded. They will never tell you how they feel about you. In fact, if they like you they will probably make fun of you."

Enough said. I've stayed well enough away.

Accent?
No, I don't have one. BUT I have picked up a few extremely British words and phrases like "bits and bobs", "knackered", "wanker", "You all right?", "brilliant", and "shed loads". I'm sure I sound ridiculous as I say these phrases in my North American accent, but I don't care. I'm assimilating.

So in brief, London is fab. I love it here. It's not home, but I don't think I would want it to be. As cliche as it sounds, home really is where the heart is, and although London has earned its own fair chunk, my true heart will always be across the Atlantic with my family and friends in my city by the bay.

But, I have many more adventures up my sleeve. I really will try to keep writing...if you'll keep reading :)